Fields of Wheat
Carlos Saez, Felipe Galaz
I know well what you´re willing about me,
I guess you know what I'm willing too;
You want to go to golden wheat fields
You wanted me to lead you right there
Look me in the eyes, as i leave…
I'm sure you wanted to ride the broadways
But magic was just not enough…
Our dreams were completely unspoken
My eyes got dried just overnight..
The verses were sealed, forgotten
The pictures seem so gray
The wings were not our own,
There are no one else to blame
Look me in the eyes, in shades
There were no valleys to be sown
There were no hard rains to be dried
There are no pieces of bread on no fields of gold…
There s only sand away at sea
Look me in the eyes, in dreams…
